Scathed Phoenix!

The powerful name of the US business empire, Ronan Ross was helplessly plopped on the wooden floor.

Unknowingly the Lord had turned the bucket of water upside down, spilling the dirty liquid on the floor. The neat freak man had to clean his little heaven all by himself, the thugs had stepped into the villa with their muddy shoes and tainted asses!

Although, the inner temperature of the villa was moderate now but to nearly get drenched into water was definitely not a great idea.

Normally we witness the stereotypical men who don't cry, but a few circumstances can prove it wrong. I ask you now, to catch a sight of such a man is actually rare shit, isn't it?

The concern arises here is, one would have barely and faintly discerned the current condition of the greatly rumoured ruthless mafia king, who was shedding tears!

The warm stream of his treasure was leaving the cave of his eyes, but were those pearls actually precious?

You might be thinking if he was still madly in love with her, then why Amaris chose to leave him?

Can you comprehend any reason?

Sitting beside the table, his jeans soaked into the water Ronan couldn't help himself but to let out everything through tears.

His sobs and feeble sniffs were the only audible sound in that unnaturally quiet villa, which seemed haunted with Amaris's memories and the cries of a mad man!

'If you could see Amaris, how badly I'm missing you, then you wouldn't have left me alone like this!'

Just then, in the midst of Ronan's inner turmoil another sound was heard in the house!

The main door had opened without any sound and someone dared to crawl inside, to be precise without Ronan's permit!

'Who the hell is tired of living for a for a few days!?'

The mighty Lord was well aware of everything in the villa.

Wouldn't he be good for nothing, if Ronan Ross had failed to sense anything 'out of lane' in his surroundings?

His expressions turned dark immediately, the man who was going through an emotional breakdown just a while ago transformed into a wild beast!

The only thing that indicated and placed the mafia king into the list of normal people was his 'beating heart', otherwise Ronan was an epitome of expressionless robot.

His sharp hearing senses predicted the intruder to approach him nearly in two minutes, the lord was well aware of not having his signature weaponry, the small star blades but it didn't matter to him.

As soon as the intruder's shadow appeared in the lounge, Ronan pulled the string of his apron and took it off. Everything happened within a flash that he aimed the dusting broom towards the man's silhouette.

Could a mere broomstick hurt a person? Absolutely not.

But it would have because the mere thing was used as a weapon by the mafia king, the man who was known to have exceptional strength in his biceps!

Of course, why wouldn't he?

The little boy who had suffered in his teens, struggled to rise as a great gangster, managed to train himself into an undefeated beast.

Ronan Ross earned a terrifying reputation, regardless his young age, he excelled in stamina, scheming and strategies.

Then how did he let his wife die?

Have you wondered, if he had the ability to sense everything beforehand and his ingenious brain could process things faster than normal beings, if his body was prone to react quicker…

Then how did he lose his wife?

Don't you think, someone who had stayed along his side would have managed to execute such a foolproof plan?

A person who was well aware of Ronan's territory and his strategies.

Such a man might have copied his style, molded the plan into his own benefited scheme.

Not an impossible premise.

Because the heiress of Russian mafiya wasn't an easy target to eradicate, though Amaris was loving and soft but the lady had fire running in her blood.

The day she took the exit from the hospital and headed towards the car, completely unaware of what was coming ahead, proved to be her last morning.

Amaris was sitting at the back, while the driver took the honourable liberty to drive the queen home, when suddenly the brakes failed.

The man struggled hard, what was in his hands but gradually the car fell off the cliff.

The tragedy didn't end here rather a bomb was planted in the car, suspecting in case the lady survived.

Renna was granted a second chance as the queen woke up in a cottage down the cliff, hundred miles away from the spot.

All thanks to her daring maneuvering of surviving in critical circumstances.

Ronan had searched for his wife but all he found was thousands of scattered pieces of flesh, indicating that the blast was unnecessarily made to be lethal to dangerous extent.

Somehow she managed to get into contact with her father, Amaris was taken to Russia with a terribly burnt face and body.

The lady had wanted to end her existence, no, not by suicide. Amaris desired to undergo a surgery to change her face but the news of other women 'having her face' approached her.

The same face which could put her life on the stake once again, was supposed to save her now.

Among so many farce Amaris, the real one would get lost.

Thus, she kept her real self but took over the identity of Renna Amaryllis.

Six years later, she was the kind of woman who wore the crown of madness, had a restless fire running in her veins and held a scythe of attitude.

Anyone who dare to step on her nerve, began to ponder twice.

She was a scathed Phoenix!

Reborn from ashes yet having a wounded soul.

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